There’s that age old quote from Samuel Johnson that says “When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life” While certainly not tired of London yet, there are times where I feel like I’ve just had a massive strop with the city and now we aren’t talking. Feeling suffocated at my surroundings (literally- building work is dusty) I hopped on a train and headed south to Surrey.
I head to my sister’s house a quick half hour train ride away, away from the fug, dirt and stress of London.
We walk through a field with a small herd of grazing cows. Pass dogs and their humans. Down leafy and beautiful streets, and then finally, by the river. People are out fishing and boats chug along the river.
It’s not until I’m out of London, away from the chaos and mess from squatting in my own home, that I realise how much noise there was going on inside my head.
I was warned when our build started, that there would come a point when you would just hit a wall.
I think I’ve hit that wall.
I thought we’d be done by now or at least nearing the end. But we’re not, we’re just not budging from this halfway stage and my god, excuse me, I need to go scream outside now.
Clearly, there’s a reason many of my posts are centred around ‘escaping’ lately!
I end up sleeping over, because I’m just not ready to face the mess that used to be my home, and also sleeping in clean sheets without grit is amazing.
Down the shops, I buy spare pyjamas and pick n’ mix. The rest of the evening is spent picking up photography tips because Amelia is the Yoda to my Luke Skywalker.
I sleep like a log- the noise in my head has hushed, the frustration has ebbed away, and I feel better again. Tantrum over!
When you feel like you need to get away, what do you do? Where do you go?